SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Sunjata snorts at the question, letting his previous confusion melt away into the booze in his system, squeezing her arm lightly as he shakes his head. “No. Going to finish Frey’s quest.” He doesn’t elaborate further, unsure by the confusion she’d held whether or not mentioning he was going to visit his exes room to talk about why it was her preferred place to be intimate would be received. So he hums and nods as they walk. “I’m sorry to have brought you with Remi here.” He admits with a touch more attention than he’d had originally, distracted by so many faces and so much tension in his chest.
She agrees for the Inn though and he lets her lean against him as she gets her feet under her, his arm solid and guiding from where she holds it. “It was bittersweet.” He admits with a light shrug, not realizing what Flora and Isla have talked about – how much tea there was to spill about everything. “I think Ronin wants to try at being friends again?” He doesn’t really know, too drunk to think on it right at the present moment. “And I haven’t seen Hotaru since the war ended… When she told me about her son and I told her about Nate.” And they’d debated, in the waters of Torchline not too far from here actually, whether or not to drown themselves in the sea.
“Do you want me to carry you?” He asks suddenly, if it might make the walk to the Inn more comfortable.
She agrees for the Inn though and he lets her lean against him as she gets her feet under her, his arm solid and guiding from where she holds it. “It was bittersweet.” He admits with a light shrug, not realizing what Flora and Isla have talked about – how much tea there was to spill about everything. “I think Ronin wants to try at being friends again?” He doesn’t really know, too drunk to think on it right at the present moment. “And I haven’t seen Hotaru since the war ended… When she told me about her son and I told her about Nate.” And they’d debated, in the waters of Torchline not too far from here actually, whether or not to drown themselves in the sea.
“Do you want me to carry you?” He asks suddenly, if it might make the walk to the Inn more comfortable.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
